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thing I did good was scrapping 
Until the end of time

So take, these broken wings 
Use your hands to come and heal me once again  (Until the end
its the farthest thing from my mind
I'm thinking how we get together like the starter line
Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real
A brief
could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to know he'd do the same thang if he could
'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to know he'd do the same thang if he could
'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
back, man it called me right back, oh no

I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka
Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Peel
it's real
Peel the top up like a toupée
Mix the water with the soda
Turn the pot up, make a soufflé
All of y'all can get it like group-page on your
won't do a thing really hope so

[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm lay low nobody move until I say so
Limo tint rollin' deep like the president
See I don't go
won't do a thing really hope so

[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm lay low nobody move until I say so
Limo tint rollin' deep like the president
See I don't go
could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to know he'd do the same thang if he could
'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to know he'd do the same thang if he could
'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
em

I do things and stuff, it ain't easy but sho nuff
The breeze be feeling real good right now and how
I'm in a live band called the pissed off
floor?
Have countless thousands watched their dreams
Corrupted into things obscene
By money minded bastards who
Don't give a damn for me or you?

Now my
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
admit 

That when he took a hit he could never quit 

Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day 

When the crazy thing happened along the way
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twnety thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
you in and a dollar for a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thing, for the next
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twenty thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
I keep it real, that's why they lovin' it
In my life...

[Chorus x2: Killah Priest (singer)]
My life, money, girls and material things
In my
it's real
Peel the top up like a toupée
Mix the water with the soda
Turn the pot up, make a soufflé
All of y'all can get it like group-page on your
[Chorus]
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[unknown], let me know what you want to do
'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
And walk along chuggin' baller's brains, rockin' rings
And things
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
Y'all ready? Come on, one two three

Now first of all love god (love god)
Love myself (love myself)
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
Y'all ready? Come on, one two three

Now first of all love god (love god)
Love myself (love myself)
to come out
Cause I'm a stupid bitch (I know)
A real fuckin' stupid bitch (I know)
Ain't nothing but a stupid bitch

[Chorus: x2]

My baby motha be
comes, you tell everyone
How much she means to you
A picture perfect night, 
Everything goes right
Until she says ?we?re through?
I was the one for